The next day..

Me: Should I Instagram my face?
My cousin: No! Well..maybe.

You should know

I got mugged last night.

More accurately, I was pepper sprayed and these girls tried to grab my bag. In an act of  either bravery or foolishness, I refused to let them have it.

Which resulted in some guy coming down the street, picking me up and throwing me down to the sidewalk face first.

My elbow is scraped, my mouth is completely fucked up and my nose is swollen.

The absolute worst  is that it happened less than a block away from my house. And now I feel like…not safe? I’m staying at my sister’s for a week, then at the old place for the first 2 weeks of December.

Am I overreacting? Should I sack up and stay back at home? Because otherwise, how will I get over it?

Hood life volume 45

I put a 3 small pieces of furniture and a bag of clothes out for Salvation Army to pick up before my run this morning. By the time I got back 30 minutes later, they were gone.

Salvation Army called me 10 minutes ago asking where my stuff was.

See, I thought they already came. They were clearly marked Salvation Army, not just left out, like a lot of stuff in the alley.

I hope I don’t see my unwanted clothes strewn around 7th and Folsom.

I hate these people

On their first date, in June 2008 at the SoHo restaurant Balthazar, they ordered the three-tier seafood tower to start and steaks to follow. But the food ended up playing second fiddle to the chemistry. Both were too nervous to eat, but the conversation flowed. The spell broke, or at least cracked, when the check arrived and Mr. Sachs announced that he had forgotten his wallet. Irritated, Ms. Hoover paid the check; then Mr. Sachs rubbed salt in the wound by asking the waiter to wrap both steaks for him to take home.

After dinner, he took her to see his studio around the corner where she saw some of his works in progress and he sneaked money for dinner into her coat pocket. She left, and the next day, a messenger arrived at the gallery about lunchtime with a small package for Ms. Hoover: the steak from the evening before, sliced and prepared as a salad, wrapped in fake McDonald’s packaging lovingly made by Mr. Sachs. She was familiar, from her art history studies, with one of his most iconic pieces: the “Hermès Value Meal,” created from Hermès packaging.

-From what may be the most infuriating wedding announcement ever. Additionally, everyone’s favorite we’re-still-calling-him-a-hockey-player? Sean Avery was in attendance.

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Borderline inappropriate or actually inappropriate?

Boss: Do random guys every say hi to you on the street?
Me: Depends what I’m wearing?
Boss: I ask because I said hi to you just outside and you walked right by.
Me: Oh god, sorry it’s so hot! I think I have heat stroke?